Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.